Young M.A – Walk (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “Walk” by Young M.A

They was tryna get me, they was tryna get me out
Like y’all don’t know what I’m about
Y’all do it for the clout
The streets like, where you at
I told n*ggas I’m en route
I was working at the house, in the stu

Sleepin’ on the couch, tryna figure out
What my next move is
Come move with the movement
I see through you old transparent n*ggas
Who you guys think you foolin’
We bhillen’ bhillen’

Pinky ring drippin’ drippin’
My necklace is jewelin’
Tre Pound got a bark
Park a n*gga like amusement
No clowns over here, no haha, no amusement
Nah, nah, we ain’t losin’

Y’all got us confused with them other n*ggas over there
Who ‘dem, who ‘dem
And I’m hoppin’ out the Benz
Givenchy by the lens, I ain’t come here for French
I came here to make money, save money, then I spend
M.A, where you been
Don’t you do that sh*t again

You think I give a f*ck what a hater got to say about me
That’s exactly what they hate about me
They around me when the sun rise, when the sun shining
But where the f*ck y’all was at when it was cloudy
Fake n*ggas please get the hell from around me
I don’t even know why these n*ggas is around me
That was the same n*ggas that doubt me

Louis pack got me buggin’ out
Louis scarf, gotta thug it out
New chain, had to flood it out
My money never runnin’ out
Cut the check bih
Tell them hatin’ n*ggas cut it out

Where the light at, the blunt is out
Pour me up when my cup is out
Didn’t mean to f*ck her
She had a cramp so I rubbed it out
Kick b*tches out, worry about where my rubber out
Your opinion doesn’t matter

That’s one thing I don’t give a f*ck about
Dick riding, ass kissing
That’s somethin’ I know nothing ’bout
Everybody in the same lane
So I went and took the other route
Baggin’ weed in my mother house

If she knew she would cuss me out
Same black tee, same sweatpants
Oh well, had to bum it out
Young M.A this, Young M.A that
Damn n*gga what the fuss about
Now n*ggas just tryna figure out

When the next joint coming out
Oh, nowadays n*ggas want favors
But if you talk about money
Well homie then we can work somethin’ out
Louis scarf for my right side
Yeah n*gga that’s the right side

Give my blood n*ggas high-fives
High five, her eyes chink and her pussy pink like high eyes
Bad chick, but that don’t mean I won’t bring her ass right to Popeyes
Two piece and a thigh for you
I ain’t paying if the price high
Get money, act broke, that’s the motto I apply by

Never boujee, we on vacay, pourin’ Henny in the montage
Never change, I’m still the same
Drinkin’ Minute Maid with the hot fries
In the club, in V.I.P with y’all b*tches and my guys
We get money, we don’t want beef
Take that beef sh*t to Five Guys

Start sh*t, got five guys with five 9’s, hit you five times
Extendos on the chopper, n*ggas thought we was carryin’ a tripod
N*ggas like, where the hoes at
My bad, it’s where the thots hide
Them lame n*ggas there

It’s more poppin’ here on my side
Fake n*ggas move left, real n*ggas move clockwise
Blew a check at the jeweler
‘Cause I won’t wear it n*gga if it’s not
F*ckin’ mine…

➤ Produced by The Five Points Bakery, DJ Burn One & 1Mind
Young M.A 2017

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